six years, seven months, and eight days ago, he asked me if i thought i might be hungry on saturday evening. because he tends to get hungry around that time and thought that if i did too, maybe we could go to the olive garden and fix this whole hunger issue together. i laughed. and obliged. we were just kids then.
and after all this time, he still seems to always find a way to be the highlight of my day - happy just over six years, babe. because i am cheesy like that. and you humor me - yet another reason to love you. i am blessed.
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